Rebirth of the Wild Age

Freshmen are entering school, and it is in full swing.

The difference from ten years later is that there are not many cars at the school gate, and the number of parents is also very small.

Some students obviously came from remote villages, wearing old clothes, even carrying bedding rolls and summer mats, carrying buckets and thermos bottles in their hands, just like marching thousands of miles to fight a war.

Song Weiyang is undoubtedly a special person, he only dragged a suitcase, T-shirt and jeans, as simple as a tourist.

Song Weiyang was even ignored by the receptionist for freshmen, so he could only walk over and ask, "Senior, where is the Department of Sociology reporting?"

"Are you a freshman?" The other party asked in surprise.

"Yes, new student." Song Weiyang smiled.

A schoolgirl suddenly said enthusiastically, "I'll take you there."

Look at this face-seeking world, the senior said he was speechless.

The senior sister introduced the campus situation all the way, and asked suddenly: "What's the name of the junior?"

"Song Weiyang." Song Weiyang said.

"This name is so familiar," the senior sister thought for two minutes and suddenly realized, "Could you be that Xifeng Song Weiyang in the newspaper?"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "It may be the same name."

The senior has been in school for a long time, and she doesn't have many opportunities to watch TV. She may even have never sung karaoke, so she doesn't know Ma Junhao's handsome face at all. She really thought it was the same name and surname, and said with a smile: "My name is Liu Ziran, a sophomore in the Department of Journalism. Which province is my junior from?"

"Xikang." Song Weiyang said.

Liu Ziran turned sideways suddenly, looked Song Weiyang carefully, and asked again: "You can't really be Xifeng's boss, are you?"

"What do you think, senior sister?" Song Weiyang smiled ambiguously.

"Very likely," Liu Ziran said, "Your suitcase is very expensive, not many freshmen bring suitcases."

Song Weiyang said: "There are not many, I saw several along the way."

Liu Ziran thought about it, shook his head, and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, I know which department you are from. If you can run away, you can't run away from the temple. If you are really the boss of Xifeng, I will definitely interview you. I am a reporter for the school newspaper."

Song Weiyang said: "The school newspaper reporter should be reporting on the admissions today. Why did you come here to welcome the new students?"

"Someone did the enrollment report." Liu Ziran said.

The two chatted all the way to report, until Song Weiyang paid the fee, Liu Ziran finally showed a surprised expression - he was a self-financed student!

Although the college students in 1994 gradually canceled the graduation allocation and gradually began to collect tuition fees, this policy has not been promoted for the time being.

The state finance allocates 3,400 yuan per student per year. The specific fees vary from school to school. Some schools need to pay 100 yuan a year, some schools don’t pay it, and some schools may pay two to three hundred, four to five hundred. . But even if you have to pay four to five hundred, the students still earn money, because more than 20 yuan of food subsidies will be issued every month, and a few yuan of meat stickers will be issued every quarter. The savings in a year are enough to spend . Even the super frugal students can still use their food expenses to send money home.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with Song Weiyang. Not only did he have to pay 1,200 yuan for tuition, but he also had to pay 300 yuan for accommodation, books were not included, and there were no usual subsidies.

Liu Ziran thought to himself: The newspaper said that Song Weiyang's academic performance was excellent, and he was among the best in the city since elementary school. He probably wouldn't be a self-funded student. This Song Weiyang must be a fake!

It's no wonder that Liu Ziran thought too much, it's true that self-funded students have a bad reputation.

Self-funded students in the 1980s were particularly diligent, but in recent years, in more and more developed coastal areas, those children who got rich first, um, that is, the second generation of rich, frantically poured into major colleges and universities at their own expense. In order to generate income, some schools have increased the number of self-funded students in wealthy areas, lowered the admission threshold for self-funded students, and made the school a mess.

In some ordinary undergraduate classes, the proportion of self-funded students is even as high as 50%, which is simply unimaginable.

Two years later, this trend reached its peak, and even Tsinghua University and Peking University showed signs of falling, forcing the Ministry of Education to directly cancel self-financed students. It rose to about 3,000 yuan in two years. In film and television works, it often appears that poor students cannot afford to go to college and are supported by the whole village, probably after the tuition fee has risen to 3,000 yuan.

Liu Ziran's attitude towards Song Weiyang is a little weird at the moment, she is from a small county, on the one hand she despises Song Weiyang's status as a self-financed student, on the other hand she envies Song Weiyang's excellent financial conditions.

"Song Xuedi, does your family run a factory? The tuition and accommodation fees of 1,500 per year are quite expensive, even half a year's wages for workers in state-owned enterprises." Liu Ziran tentatively said.

Song Weiyang sighed: "It's so expensive. I'm only a few points short, and I want to go to Fudan University, so my family can only raise money from everywhere to pay for my education. I feel very guilty, because of my own mistakes, I made my parents work so hard. From now on In the end, I will definitely study hard to repay their kindness and to repay the motherland for giving me the opportunity to go to university!"

Liu Ziran resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "Who would believe it! He also borrowed money to pay for tuition."

"I know you don't believe me," Song Weiyang said with a smile, "Actually, my tuition fees are earned by selling scrap iron."

Liu Ziran was amused: "You are not telling the truth. Scrap iron is so easy to pick up somewhere, so introduce me to make a fortune."

Song Weiyang said: "If there is a chance, I will definitely take you."

The two walked for a while, and Liu Ziran suddenly pointed to the front and said, "Turn another corner and you will arrive at the dormitory. You can go by yourself."

"Okay, thank you, senior! Goodbye, senior!" Song Weiyang said with a smile.

Now Fudan does not have so many campuses, and basically all of them study in the main department. Ten years ago, there was a branch school, where the Department of Chinese and Sociology taught, but that branch school has been merged into Shenghai University.

Song Weiyang dragged his suitcase for a walk, admiring the old buildings along the way, and soon came to the gate of the dormitory.

"Hey... Dang Dang Dang!"

Song Weiyang was just about to climb the stairs when there was a sudden noise in front of him.

But a guy in full armor dropped the bucket, the washbasin rolled directly in front of Song Weiyang, and an iron lunch box jumped down the steps. The classmate quickly bent down to pick it up, and the mat on his back flew directly over his head, hitting Song Weiyang's face.

"Brother, calm down!" Song Weiyang reached out to catch the mat.

"I'm sorry," the student hurriedly cleaned up the things on the floor, seeing Song Weiyang's self-abased attire, forced a smile, "Well, give me the mat."

Song Weiyang said: "It's okay, I have it handy, so I can help you carry it up. Which dormitory do you live in?"

"305." said the student.

"It's a coincidence," Song Weiyang said, "You're also from the sociology department, right?"

The student said, "My name is Peng Shengli, from the law department."

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "It seems that something went wrong with the dormitory division. My sociology department is also in 305."

Peng Shengli said: "No, I asked, 305 is the dormitory of the law department."

Song Weiyang: "..."

The trouble was caused at their own expense. It was estimated that there was still room left after the dormitories of the law department were allotted, so Song Weiyang was just thrown there to make up for it.

Mooncakes will be distributed soon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Song Weiyang plans to buy some spares in advance, otherwise he will have to watch his roommates eat them.

(To open a new map, I have checked a lot of information. Today is guaranteed three updates, and tomorrow there will be an update from the leader.)